By Guest Blogger Cassandra Savage
Recently I assumed a role I thought no longer fit me, since my two sons are old enough to feed and nurture themselves: I became a caregiver. 577 more words
Caregiving: Imperfections and Opportunities by Bob Ritzema
I recently read an article by Next Avenue writer Chris Hewitt about Bob Morris’ book Bobby Wonderful: An Imperfect Son Buries His Parents. 638 more words
The chickens have officially crossed the road.
A green ceramic chicken nested on my grandmother’s kitchen counter for as long as I can remember. She and my mama bought the fowl on their once-in-a-lifetime trip across the border to Old Mexico, as my grandmother called the colorful country she wanted so much to visit. 1,754 more words
Sometimes we gain the most from the people who have the least to give.
I stepped out of my mother’s house into the blazing summer heat feeling like a cloth twisted and wrung out, emerging flattened, from an old-fashioned washing machine. 710 more words